18. Meghan
EIGHTEEN
Meghan
M y labored breathing is the only sound filling the room as the door clicks shut behind Cooper. I’m still leaning against the wall where he left me, my mind trying to comprehend what the hell just happened.
With legs that feel like jelly from the force of my orgasm, I don’t think I can move right now and I’m worried that if I try, I’ll just melt into a puddle on the floor. I rest my fingers on my lips in an effort to hide the smile tugging at the corners.
That was probably the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.
Having given myself five minutes to collect myself, I push away from the wall and crouch down to start collecting the papers from the Wilson file. Prints from his shoes mark some of the pages and others have tears in them from where my heels ripped them .
Releasing a sigh as I stand, I amble on not-so-strong legs back to my desk, praying nobody heard my screams in the main office. Making it back to my desk with no stares or whispers directed at me, I sneak a glance into Cooper’s office through the window, only to stop short when I can’t see him.
I wonder where he’s gone.
Surely he hasn’t left the building.
There isn’t much I can do about it, but if he has, I will be so disappointed. Taking a deep breath to calm my nerves, I open the Wilson file in front of me and try my best to concentrate on putting the documents back in the correct order.
I really hope nobody heard us.
In truth, all I can think about is what just happened and a goofy grin I fail to tamper down spreads across my mouth. Then I remember that he might have left, and it falls away.
Alfie appears like a bad smell at my desk as I’m about to go in search of Cooper—I swear I’ve spoken to Alfie more times today than I have in the whole time I’ve worked here. Surely all of this attention can’t be down to my appearance.
I’m still the same person for goodness sake .
“You okay, Alfie?” I ask, smiling up at him. My mom raised me to always be polite, even when I’m frustrated with the person I’m talking to.
Right now, I’m frustrated with Alfie for following me around like a lost puppy and Cooper for doing a vanishing act .
“Hey Meghan, just wanted to see if you wanted to come for a drink after work?” Alfie asks, leaning against the edge of my desk. I must take too long to answer him as he rushes in to add, “A bunch of us are going, if it makes you feel more comfortable.”
“Oh, sur—” I don’t get to finish my response before Cooper has his office door open. It dawns on me that he must have been taking care of himself, and a blush flourishes across my cheeks at the thought.
Cooper’s voice is gentle when he asks me to bring him the Wilson file, but his eyes are hard and fixed on Alfie.
With a quick, apologetic grimace to Alfie, I stand and walk the folder over to Cooper.
My intention is to hand him the file and go back to my desk, but my plans go out the window as Cooper steps back from the door and motions for me to enter.
Releasing a relieved sigh, I follow his silent command.
“We need to talk,” he flicks his eyes back to Alfie before continuing, “About the Wilson case.”
I pull back my outstretched hand and walk past him with the file clutched to my chest, making my way over to the chairs in front of his desk.
Sitting in the seat I was in not even an hour ago, I set the folder on his desk and fold my hands onto my lap. I’m brushing a piece of lint from my crossed legs when I realize I forgot a pad and paper.
I’m halfway to standing, when Cooper puts his hand on my shoulder, causing me to jump at the unexpected contact, the carpet having muffled his approach .
“Are you okay?” he asks, his blue eyes searching my face.
“I’m great, never been better.” I grin up at him, causing him to release a chuckle.
“Okay, well, let’s go over the Wilson case.”
And just like that, we get back to work as if everything is normal, and he didn’t just give me the best orgasm of my life.
Cooper and I see each other every night for the remainder of the week, but come Friday we’ve made no plans, so when Alex suggests a night of cocktails and dancing at Passion, how can I say no?
I’ve somehow got through a week of wearing the clothes that I picked up on my shopping spree with Alex and although I was hoping the attention would die down, it doesn’t seem to show any signs of doing so.
This means that when Alex suggested our night out, it was in front of Alfie and a couple of other associates and has now turned into a work night out. I can’t say I’m excited by the prospect of a night clubbing with the same people I’ve been trying to avoid all week.
I’ve just finished putting on my make-up and curling my hair when Alex knocks on my front door.
For my make-up, I’ve chosen to go with a simple light pink shadow blended into the crease of my eye and black-winged liner.
On top of my foundation, I dusted over a baby pink blush, contoured to sculpt my features and coated my lips with a red lip stain, leaving them with a matte effect.
I take a moment to admire my handiwork before I hurry down the hallway to answer the door.
Alex comes barrelling in, a dress bag in hand, as I pull the door open for her.
Taking a second to appreciate the dress she’s chosen to wear tonight, I give her a once over and wolf whistle as she twirls in the hallway.
Although it looks conservative, with its high neckline and long sleeves, the dress stops just below her ass and has no back.
We break into a fit of giggles, both clearly having had a couple of shots before meeting up.
“I may have taken it upon myself to get you a dress for tonight,” she says sheepishly as our laughter subsides.
Thrusting the bag into my chest, she walks past me into the living room. Shutting the door, I follow behind her, pulling the belt of my robe tighter as I admonish her for having brought me yet another dress.
“Alex. Seriously, you didn’t need to buy me a dress. I have plenty I could have picked from.”
“They aren’t really for going out though, are they? Don’t forget I was with you when you brought them. I got you something sexy. Plus, you never know, you might go home with someone tonight.” She wiggles her eyebrows at me as she moves into the kitchen.
I follow in her wake, watching as she helps herself and pours us both a glass of wine before sliding mine across the counter .
“Are you going to look at it?” she asks, nodding her head toward the bag before bringing her glass up to her mouth to hide her smirk.
Okay, now I’m worried.
Unzipping the garment bag, I reveal the tiniest dress I’ve ever laid eyes on—and Alex is a fan of wearing very little, so I’ve seen some tiny scraps of material.
It’s gorgeous, but literally everything will be on display. The dress is a white sequin mini dress with a deep V-neck. It has spaghetti straps and as I remove it from the bag, I can see it’s backless.
“Alex… I don’t know if I can wear this,” I murmur as my eyes roam over the fabric.
“Of course you can. You are going to look sexy as hell, and we are going to find someone for you to go home with,” she declares, like it’s her personal mission to send me off with someone.
Dammit. I haven’t told her about the agreement I made with Cooper and yet I don’t want to break the agreement with him by telling her.
Realizing I have no choice but to play along with Alex’s plan to an extent, I change into the dress she’s picked out. I accessorize it with a cute sequin clutch and strappy heels that wrap around my calves.
My plan is to tell Alex that nobody was doing it for me and then come home alone. Returning to the kitchen with the dress on and a plan in place, I grab my wine glass off of the side and clink it against Alex’s before downing half of the contents.
Let's get this show on the road.
Coats tightly wrapped around us, we step from the cab and walk up to the entrance of Passion, bypassing the queue. I hear the bassline of a popular song from the sidewalk and the alcohol I consumed earlier has me ready to dance.
Alex flirts with the bouncer, a different one from the last time we were here, and so it doesn’t take long for us to get through and deposit our coats at the check-in.
We make our way through the door and toward the bar.
Bodies are crushed on the dance floor, moving as one to the rhythm of the music and strobe lights slash through the darkness, illuminating them.
I don’t recognize the song, but it has a sultry, sexy beat to it and I get flashbacks of the Christmas party and dancing with Cooper.
At the bar, Alex orders us a round of shots, handing me two tequilas that I drink down before she hands me a pink cocktail. I have no clue what’s in it but I take a sip, enjoying the sweet and fruity concoction.
“Come on, let’s go find the others,” Alex shouts over the music, and I internally groan at the idea.
Taking her hand, she leads us through the crush of people and toward a group of tables. My stomach tightens and a prickling sensation creeps across my skin from head to toe. I feel like I’m being watched.
He’s here.
I look around, desperately trying to see over the crowds before lifting my gaze to the VIP area.
Cooper’s leaning over the railing and his eyes connect with mine from across the darkened club as a well-timed strobe light flashes across us both.
He’s wearing a white shirt that fits like a glove to his toned body, paired with black jeans that encase his muscular legs.
He looks edible .